closed starter ft. @fletcherliu ♥
As far as atmospheres go, this one isn’t the worst one that Key has ever found himself immersed in, even if it remains a rather lengthy distance from the best as well. The general din of voices and the musty scent of enclosed air are far from what’s commanding his attention right now, however. It isn’t that the gathering is necessarily overly crowded, or that he feels like there’s any real chance of him being spotted by somebody he knows here, but rather that this is probably the last place on earth he ever would’ve expected himself to be a couple of years ago. It’s almost a comically stark contrast to the way his life has been lain out for him up until this point, and while he’s been spreading his wings for months now, working out the kinks in how he has always been forced to keep them folded, it still creates an almost giddy sense of excitement in him when he stops to think about it for even a moment. Excitement, and a little bit of trepidation.
Mind careening every which way, Ki-jung allows dark eyes to scan the faces surrounding him, hoping and searching for one to stand out with the sort of familiarity he has come to expect from the person who invited him here tonight. Maybe Fletcher is just trying to help him get his mind off things, or maybe he figures he’s ready to graduate to getting his teeth knocked out rather than just joking about it, but either way, he certainly wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. Call him a masochist --- it wouldn’t strictly be incorrect.
“I don’t know what I expected.” Key has to raise his voice only slightly to be heard, but that’s just because he’s sidled in next to where his friend stands rather snugly at this point. “Is there a cliché set of rules I need to follow in order to be here? Come on. Give ‘em to me. I’m ready.” At this point, Fletcher should consider himself lucky Key hasn’t started calling him ‘Durden’ or something equally as unsavory. He isn’t above it.
